just me screaming about therapy below the cut dont mind me
going to a new therapy place to see a whole new therapist whom i have never met before today... i genuinely feel sick over it. and not the fun kind. unless you're into emeto i guess then yeah sure have a seat i am a perpetually nauseated human being via many factors? i accept belly rubs... sometimes
anyway, not excited. i dont think they're... prepared for what a hot mess i am? mostly because i did not make this appointment for me. my mother made one for her, then decided she didn't want it, so gave them my number. i have told her time and time again to stay out of my damn medical business. so they called me after i was on some waiting list apparently for "anxiety & depression" and i... y'all wish it was just that.
and the therapist is a man. which is fine... i've had guy therapists before. but the weirdest part?? he has my father's EXACT name. first and last. THATS FUCKIN WEIRD. idk i don't like any of it. the vibes are very off and i really can't tell if it's just my brain/body/nervous system going haywire rn or if this is a Trust My Gut scenario.
honestly the worst part is that it's at 9 in the fuckin morning on a saturday and it's supposed to be reoccurring every other week. like fuck y'all no wonder that spot opened up. so i've got an hour 'til that. wish me luck.